To Become

Society's filled so dark
A sickness fit to last
A hasty hungry shark
A one that bites the glass

The air turns a poison mist
and the grass turns to a distant waste
A glare becomes a fist
and then a flower becomes erased

I Have an Unknown Friend

I have an unknown friend, who lives in the sky

Why I question him, I do not know why

I should not go to look for him, they say

But I know he'll want to look for me someday

I wonder, I ponder, even as I sleep

I dare not awake, for I have gone too deep

But again, the sun calls to another abrupt wake

Alone again, to find an answer for my sake

I take another step foward, for this I will fight

Forever wrapped in this question, how it echoes through the burning light


Bound by the cities

Bound by another one's pity's

Expect a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen


And I'll take you as walking money

I see you as a pretty big funny

We and I, all have found our place

And you my dear, have barely found a face

Bound to me, and to my briefcase

I'll lend you a smile, but you're a secret disgrace


Find the comfort in another's eyes

But in reality, another girl will have them hooked on their clever disguise

Find a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen


Stuck in a rut

With no qualities, not knowing what

Who are you and what are you in this city?

Gone and withdrawn, alone and all shitty?

Expect a place to see

Or expect us to be mean


For you are bound

What goes around, comes around

You are stuck here, forever with me

With no voice, or founding plea


For you are bound

My slave, to paint my sacred ground

surround me

surround me, oh water

carry me to the ocean

fly me over the cascading waves

reflecting the sun’s light on their crests

as they fall over each other like new lovers

the water rains upon me

and I am cooled

surround me, oh fire

bring to me the emotion I so lack

deliver to me a sense of need

for life and prosperity

take me to the place where I am alive

the fire, it warms me

and I have purpose

 surround me, oh wind

carry me through the trees

soothing my soul of the flames

bring me the peace I had as a child

when I was happy

the wind gusts around me

and I am soothed

surround me, oh earth

my time has come to an end

let your flowers cover me in color

telling all that I have reached happiness

I am at peace now

the earth falls upon me

and we are one.

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Blissfully ignorant

If a choice be given,

as it is, 

it is when one decides 

one chooses

blissfull ignorance

and lives life


Knowing, warning,


believing all is well

not worried

about the signs

there are too many

false positives

One that refuses

to be seen

Looked over,

poked and fondled

or to have themselves analyzed

as they would rather not know

if terminal,

if nothing at all

rather they are

blissfull, ignorant

they live, and do so

just to be alive

they accept that sickness

may come


upon their time here

be it shorter

or long enough

but they don't want

to live knowing

waiting, fearing, praying


as loved ones watch them go

No, if given a choice

I choose to remain

blissfully ignorant

making the best

of what time I've left

and knowing only

that I am alive today 

Allowing nature to run it's course

because of course,

we all go

and going only brings us all back home

so, no... Don't tell me

I don't want to know.










to strangle


bleeding of love 

♥♥♥that feed♥♥♥

♥♥♥♥beating  hearts,♥♥♥♥

♥♥♥but flowers ♥♥♥♥

that never reach 

their intended 


only leave



to live





is like 

not even 

living  at all, 


but  the seeds 


dying  flowers 





5:48 PM 8/1/2013


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The Storm

I feel lost in my thoughts
Only the worst comes to mind
No bright side to be found
Like the calm before a storm
All seems good right now
But the storm will eventually come

Nothing good can come from a storm
It leaves mayhem and sadness in it's wake
But you can't live in the mayhem and sadness
You have to rebuild and overcome it

Even though at the time it's hard
Eventually the sun will come out
And even if there's still rain
The rainbow will be a beautiful sight.

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Death and the Crow


The smell of the dying and the dead that littered the streets had become so overwhelming, the plague itself almost became a forgotten thing, next to the walls of decay. Body stacked on body; miles of arms and legs, and the crows and worms both living and dead that were left as a testament to the plague's power. Even the chemical masks that had been scavenged from the dead, did little to hold back the putrid stench of death. There are many stumbling blocks on the road to salvation.

Squares Like Smallish Casinos

I'm in love with this square.
She's flat on four edges,
like most of these cubic,
centrist collectors of
tears and well-wishes.
She likes to stay dressed in
sheets made of linen, and
nobody's swept her in months.
But she's speckled and smokey,
like a smallish casino, where
dreams can come true, but only
while sleeping, or nodding off gin.

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